A Scary Story for Those Who Hate Being Scared

Ella

I wake up like most mornings with a sore neck and pen on my face from falling asleep writing in my book. An adventure book I've been writing about a female assassin who is given her first kill order but for an inexplicable reason, she can't kill him. I'm quite proud of it so far, she hates him because that's what she was trained to feel, yet she loves him too and she can't pin down the reason why.

Anyway, it was a summer Wednesday afternoon. I could already tell it was going to be a long day. I missed school honestly, my friends think I'm insane for wanting to go to summer school but I actually enjoy having something to do other than lay around all day. But hey, at least I get to write more often!

I look at my phone to find it spammed by my three best friends. A person usually feels lucky to have just that one best friend, imagine how lucky I feel to have three. They're weird and crazy but I love them all.

Apparently we're all meeting at our favorite ice cream place. I love how they just assume I'll be there. Maybe I won't go. No.. I'll go. They know me too well.

I throw on a tank top and shorts and throw my hot pink hair up into a messy bun and run out the door. My mom tries to offer breakfast, or lunch, or brunch, or something, I didn't really pay attention, I was already halfway out the door.